Diamante, jewel by the Tyrrhenian blue,
walls alive with stories painted true.
Murals bloom where ancient alleys wind,
poets, rebels, faces frozen in time.
Fiery peperoncino sets the air aflame,
September’s festival calls every name.
Sea crashes soft on cliffs of rugged grace,
a diamond sparkling in Calabria’s embrace.
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Bellissimo ! questo merita un '' Pref ! ''
Congratulations and what a beautiful poem it is with seldom used terms that are colorful and vivid. So nicely done
What a scenery to enjoy, great poem William!
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